The last one sucked too. Something about the pressure of so many people to party with. Something about politics of friendship and romance and the division of attention. What attention is acceptable to divide, and what divisions can be reprimanded ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get lonely in a full room, and sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on something.

Whenever I'm the most excited about having her, I get a huge reality check.

I've been using strong words. Fuck those words. The words don't stop me from being crazy. They just put her into the position to reject me all the more, especially because I'm clearly more likely to go crazy when I think them. What's worse is that they're strong because ( Read more... )

My head is so spinning. With awesome. It has for awhile ( Read more... )

1. Lots of homework
2. Lots of plans
3. A rabbit-proofed room

Because I'm getting a baby bunny Sunday.

Sometime between Thursday and All Hallow's, I tripped, fell, and landed hand-first on my keys. The next three hours were spent laughing hysterically in ER until I was sedated ( Read more... )

Oh my god, my last post was utterly rampant with typos and careless grammatical errors. I'm trying really hard to care. Except it's not actually that hard ( Read more... )

Something about gyms make me feel really out of shape. I couldn't do one damn jack knife in front of the twinkie gym girls ( Read more... )

She's so pretty, I think I'm going to have to get over it.

Damn, I'm smitten. I hate being smitten.

Girls with walls are beautiful and terrifying.

I'm fairly good at knocking them down. I'm not so good at making sure she doesn't regret letting me.

I'm about to get a whole lot more free time. I am committing academic suicide in the process. Well, more like an academic delay. Financial suicide.

I guess I'm okay with that.